Young Attempt

Walking out into the field crying tears I could not shield, I held a knife within my hand because it was life I couldn't stand. When I got next to a big tree I knew it was time to kill me. On the ground was where I'd lie so that would be the place I'd die. As i was there, I lifted my shirt because it was death with which I'd flirt. I held the knife into the air about to die without a care. I was to thrust it right in my middle toying with life like a brand new fiddle. But then I came to realize I never told my family goodbyes. I finally decided not to do it; I was too scared to go through it. I'll always remember that day spent surviving from my young attempt.